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Well, O'Quillian?

All right. I'll see you and raise you 100.

We said table stakes.

Well, this'll make up the difference.

This heirloom of the clan O'Quillian is worth at least $200

across the expanse of our fine and fair land.

Even melted down it's worth 100.

All right, all right, you're on.

Four kings.

Well, now.

If that isn't the strangest.

Here I am with me own four fives...

and a king.

That makes five kings.

You calling cheat on me?

There are a few things in life I shy from,

but truth isn't one of them.

Once more, just to make sure that I heard you right.

The word is cheater, and stupid to boot!

I'm undecided. Right ear or left ear?

Or maybe both.

Cheater.

Much obliged, my good man.

If'n Judge Anderson don't hang you, Curt's brother will.

♪ What's the news? What's the news?

♪ O my bold Shelmalier

♪ With your long-barreled gun of the sea

♪ Say what wind from the south blows his messenger here

♪ With a hymn of the dawn for the free?

♪ Goodly news, goodly news, do I bring, youth of Forth

♪ Goodly news do I bring, Bargy man

♪ For the boys march at dawn from the south to the north

♪ Led by... Company halt!

Yoo-hoo!

Dodge City, my good man,

home and heritage of a lawman skilled in weaponry, huh?

If that means a dead shot and you're talking about Marshal Dillon,

this is the place.

Good, good.

How much, my noble brother?

Five big men.

One big man.

Five big men.

Too bumpy. One big man.

You want watch?

Why, you thieving rascal.

How did such a people ever lose this land anyway?

My name is Leary O'Quillian,

observer emeritus of this land of space and savagery.

- Do you have cold beer? - We do.

Ah, fine.

By all points and purposes, it is an English beverage.

Still, this morning I have a head belongs under a hen.

That there'n somethin' different, ain't he?

Appears so.

Course, a fella, he can get to be too different too

and get hisself in a whole heap of trouble.

- That so? - Course it is.

My Great Uncle Burris, he proved that.

Well, yeah. I know I shouldn't ask this, Festus, but I will anyway.

- Ask what? - About your Uncle Burris.

Oh, yeah, well, he was bound and determined to be different, you know.

So we casted his legs in plaster clean up to his hips.

Now, what did he do that for?

Well, he had this here idea that if he didn't move around so much,

then his body wouldn't wear out and he'd live longer, don't you see?

I knew I shouldn't have asked.

Well, everything just went fine for the first three or four months,

and then along about the fifth month he's still in this here plaster,

and Aunt Soble, she went to town for the day,

and he got this terrible itch and of course he couldn't scratch it,

and he just went barking mad.

Barking.

I tell you, Judge, we should have left like most of them others.

Leaving establishes guilt.

And you don't think we ain't established no guilt?

- According to how you look at it. - Makes mighty pretty simple looking.

Didn't that little rattlesnake just before he left,

wasn't he bragging on the fact that he'd killed Curt Tynan?

He was drunk. Besides, that won't make no difference to Clay Tynan.

Make no difference? We done found it as self-defense, didn't we?

Not me. You did.

On account of there wasn't a man on that jury

that hadn't been cheated by Curt Tynan one time or another, you included.

Everything's gonna fit together fine.

I've thought this clear through. Clear, clear through.

Gravy, Briggs ain't gonna get here any sooner

for you staring down the street for him.

Come give us some of that what made the mouse treat the cat.

Yes, sir, I got this all figured right down to the moment.

Here's the way it goes.

What's the first thing Tynan's gonna do come him to town,

being as he's trailed them cows all the way from Texas?

- Get him a drink. - Mmm, a drink.

And a bath.

So first off he goes down to Rosey's,

gets him a tub and a bottle, soaks up both.

Now he's feeling the sunrise in him and he comes down here.

Plays cards, loses to Chickenfoot and then tears up half the town.

That's when it's normal.

This time it ain't normal. Curt's dead.

The point I'm trying to get to you on, Parker,

is by the time he finds out about Curt,

he'll have drunk up several rivers of this.

He ain't gonna be doing no thinking

about how the snake that killed Curt got loose.

He's gonna be thinking about where at is he?

That I know.

Well, then, you should have said that, Your Honor.

Hey, Judge, Judge. Tynan, he's at Rosey's place right now.

Thank you, Briggs. Have a drink.

No. If you don't mind, I'll just be leaving.

I understand, Briggs.

Yes, sir, I'd say everything's going to schedule.

How about you, Parker?

I'd say you got fox blood in you somewheres, Judge.

That's what I'd say.

Gravy, get all your bottles and get 'em up on the bar.

Be quick about it, I say.

Hey, Curt! Where's Curt? Somebody get his alligator hide in here.

- Rosey, Rosey, Rosey, come here. - Yeah, Rosey.

Rosey, old flower, this is for you and the horse.

Yeah, well, who's first?

Hey, come on, boys. Hey, come on.

I'll buy you some drinks you can float canoes in.

Yeah!

No, no, no need for that. Spearville opens its arms wide.

- Help yourselves. The drinks are on us. - Whoo-ee!

Well, thanks for the hospitality, Anderson.

No, that's Judge Anderson, Clay, Judge Anderson.

Law and order, every skinny inch of him.

Not too much order tonight, huh, Judge?

Cowboys cowboying gotta loose their cinches, I say.

Have a good trip up the trail, Mr. Tynan?

Anderson, let me tell you something.

We brought 1,800 head out of Texas,

and with seven stampedes and five storms

that'd drown an elk standing on a plain as flat as a billiard table,

and with all that, with all of it,

I got me 1680 cows up yonder on the Malapai right now.

Now, you answer me one question, just one.

Can Chisholm or Blocker or any of them old salty rannies,

can they brag on any better than that, huh?

- No, sir, Clay. - No, nobody.

That's a heap of doing, Mr. Tynan, a heap of doing.

Here you are, Rosey, for you and...

- The horse. - Right!

That horse is gonna take second money this time, I tell you.

Get out of the way, you overgrown elk.

Hey, where's that no-good brother of mine?

Didn't I send somebody to fetch him? Hey, didn't I?

Boy, he'd better have me a buyer better than the one last time.

Well, move it, Parker!

I'm afraid I... just can't.

What do you mean, you can't?

Uh... Curt is... dead, Mr. Tynan.

Dead?

That... That's right, Mr. Tynan.

Yes, sir, Mr. Tynan. Shot, he was.

Well, well, old Curt, he probably done deserve that as certain as sunlight.

You know, he'd look you in the face and lie

like an Indian done swallowed your watch.

He had him about as much guts as an ant after a buffalo run.

Worthless. He's as worthless as day-old beer and yellow as mustard without bite.

Yes, sir! Yes, sir!

Now, who killed him?

I said who killed him?

An Irishman named O'Quillian.

- Where is he? - He said he was going to Dodge.

- Chickenfoot. - Yeah, Clay?

Now, you... you done heard who and where.

Now, I want you to take the breed and I want you to fetch me that man.

Right. Quahine.

All right, some of the rest of you boys fetch me a tub.

I'm gonna take me a bath.

Well, come on, move it!

Come on, let's drink up here!

Come on, get a-drinkin'.

You did good, Judge. Oh, you did good.

Parker, the only difference between a rut and a grave is measurement.

Now it's time to leave this town.

Here's to the old sod.

To Ireland. To that Emerald Isle of freedom.

To us and freedom.

"The sword of light is shining still."

Hello, Sam. How about a beer?

Coming right up.

Louie.

Mr. Burke, this here's Mr. O'Quillian.

- Mr. O'Quillian, Nathan Burke. - Howdy.

I thought so.

No, you don't, Mr. Ogre.

What you got there, Mr. O'Quillian?

- The weather. - Weather?

Aye, the weather. The ogre comes out: bad weather.

The milkmaid comes out: fine weather.

- But I'll fix that. - Fix what?

The weather.

We'll keep the ogre in, leaving the milkmaid to come out,

and it's fine weather we'll have, we will.

That will make the difference in the weather?

Aye. It's a fine instrument, the name of which is a barometer.

Are you trying to say that thing will change the weather?

Well, not really, except...

Except what, Mr. O'Quillian?

Well, except just in case, Louie, my friend.

Except just in case of what?

Except just in case the devil takes a notion,

we'll keep the ogre in, just in case.

But that thing, if it works at all, follows the weather.

The ogre has nothing to do with it.

That the way it is, Mr. O'Quillian?

It is, Louie.

But, still, little's the harm and who knows?

We'll keep the ogre in, leaving the milkmaid out,

and give the poor Lord above a chance.

Amazing. Any intelligent man believing such foolishness.

- Foolishness, is it? - Foolish and superstitious.

Aye, well, now, can it not be said that all new thoughts

were regarded as superstitions at one time or another.

Take your steam engine, for example.

But a barometer works on a system of pressure

which the weather establishes beforehand.

People like you resist new thoughts, you do, you and all your kind.

All of you crowded into the hothouses of your stuffy little minds.

Blind, you are, and stupid to the core of you.

Stupid? You're calling me stupid?

I'll beg your pardon.

Perhaps I shouldn't have used the word.

Perhaps I should have caressed you instead.

Down, Louie.

Break it up. Come on, break it up.

Then there was this here nephew, Orlie Beckleton.

- He was kind of different too... - Festus, your steak's getting cold.

Yeah. Well, he had hisself this idea that he could fly, don't you see?

So he harnessed two 84-pound wings to his mule

and just went a-hightailing off down to Pounders Bluff.

Why, he never even slowed down or looked up,

just went right over the edge of it.

Course, the mule, now, he come back.

He's a little three-legged, but he's still a-walkin'.

And Orlie, he was pasted over every rock in that gorge.

Marshal! Marshal Dillon! The Long Branch, there's a big fight.

Well, it's like Bull Run all over again.

Stop it! Sam!

Ooh.

A beautiful, beautiful fight.

Look at the glorious savagery of it.

All right, hold it up! Break it up!

See to that pack over there.

All right, hold it up! Break it up here.

Who started this? Sam?

Well, I don't know, Marshal. I was down at that end of the bar.

I know who did it.

It was that Irish fella. He was... I don't know where he is. He's gone.

Well, Kitty, looks like things got a little out of hand here.

Yeah, just a little.

Sam, would you help clean up some of this mess, please?

- Sure thing. - Who did start it?

Well, O'Quillian was his name.

He hit me along the side of the head with a beer mug.

You mean he just hit you for no reason?

Well, that's exactly what he did, just because I refused to believe

a barometer could control the weather.

Barometer?

Marshal, I think you'll be interested.

Louie and his guest, Mr. O'Quillian.

Top of the world to you, Marshal.

Oh, isn't it a heroic figure you cut.

A true Cohoran, one of the heroes of my homeland.

All right, on your feet.

Hey, look, I'm up, I'm up, man.

There's no need to take such a tone. There is a time and place for violence.

Festus, get him out of here and let him sleep it off.

- Come on. - An interpreter of life is what I am.

- And all the moons above it. - I'm deeply sorry, Marshal.

- You just go on and sleep it off. - Thanks, Marshal.

A veritable signpost for lost souls.

- You... - Control yourself, man.

Control yourself. A mercy merchant, that's me calling.

Oh, come on, mercy merchant.

You'd better let Doc take a look at that.

- Well, can I buy you a drink? - I could sure use one.

Sam.

Hey, Whiskers. Come here.

- Yeah, you, come here. - Now, you lookee here, mister.

I ain't partial to getting called Whiskers.

- No offense meant. - Well, it was took.

I was looking for a friend.

- Luck to you. - I thought you might know him.

- Ain't likely. - Easy.

No sense in starting no trouble.

If he's here, we'll find him. Come on.

Well, hello there, Red.

Hello, Texas.

Two whiskeys.

Looks like we kind of missed out on all the fun, don't it?

- Yeah, it was lively. - And they was fighting over you.

That what you think, cowboy?

No. I'm just saying that you'd be worth fighting over.

30 cents.

- Yeah. Can I buy one for you? - No, thanks.

Then I'll have one for you.

Yeah, looks like one of your Kansas twisters

just tore this place right up, don't it?

It was more like a Gaelic gale.

Huh?

Yeah, some Irishman... and his barometer.

- An Irishman? - One of Dodge's newest additions.

Fortunately he drank enough to keep the rest of the night quiet.

Here's to you, Red.

To that Irishman, wherever he may be.

- Marshal, Marshal, Marshal! - What's going on here?

Marshal, come quick. There's two of them.

One's a breed and the other... They're taking my friend. You gotta come.

What are you talking about? You been on the bottle already this morning?

No, I ain't been drinking.

They're taking O'Quillian down at the freight yard.

They're gonna kill him. Please, please, Marshal, come.

- Please, Marshal, please. - All right.

- All right, Louie. - Hurry, Marshal.

There they are, Marshal.

All right, that's far enough right there.

Stand aside, pilgrim.

Untie the man.

I didn't come here looking for no trouble.

- I came here to find him. - I said untie him.

A man named Tynan sent me after him,

and there's no way I'm going back without him.

The man's staying right here.

Louie, untie him.

Arrest him.

Arrest the scrofulous brigand. Kidnapping, he was.

There I was lying in peaceful slumber minding me own business.

- O'Quillian, shut up. - Shut up, he says, to a citizen.

Now, what happened? What's this all about?

A poker game in Spearville where I was being brutally cheated.

And I suppose you weren't doing any cheating?

Of course I was, but a lot less than his friend was.

- What about it? - Who's asking?

US marshal.

I'll leave the explaining up to Mr. Tynan.

All right, then ride out of here.

You're not going to let him go?

- Not after what he did to me? - I told you to shut up.

It could have been simple, Marshal. It all could have been just simple.

Of course, I've not seen it with me own two eyes,

if indeed the hearing of it is not enough.

Getting on, mind you, the word is that wages for dancehall girls

are $10 a day in Wooten.

$10 a day?

Indeed it is, indeed it is, not to speak of half as much again in Spencer.

And a possible interest in the business as well.

Oh, refreshments, refreshments.

Drink up, ladies, drink up. The party's on O'Quillian.

- Here, my good man. Keep the change. - Thank you.

Now, I know it's not for the likes of me to be offering advice,

yet, in all, it is the need of the human world to re-improve, huh?

That's right.

And now I want to thank you for the fair chance of your beauty

to lighten a tired man's heart.

Farewell, my lovelies.

And mind what I told you, now.

No boss spends money unless pressed to it,

if you know what I mean.

I've no doubt of your intentions, my good man.

Then buy it or shut up.

But I am yet not daft enough to pay thrice as much

for what a week ago yesterday I saw in Virgil,

and that town not even on the railroad.

I don't believe you.

Well, then, take a trip and see for yourself. It's the only logic.

Meanwhile, such wealth is for the next world.

- Good day to you. - They've been cheating us like this.

Rumor, folks, just rumor. Remember, it was rumor that had the world flat.

Not half as flat as my pocketbook if I had to deal with the likes of you.

My sympathies, dear ladies.

He doesn't know what he's talking about. I can prove it.

These prices are the same every... Ladies.

Let me tell you something.

When I bring a girl out here, I pay her double what she could get back east.

I teach her manners, I teach her thrift,

and if and when she ever wants to go back east,

I make sure that she's better for this experience

and she can live any kind of a life she wants to live.

Now, Matt, I have been more than fair in all of my dealings

with anybody who has worked for me.

- Kitty, what are you getting at? - Him. Him.

Now, the girls aren't listening too closely to him now, but they will.

- The law of averages... - Now, wait a minute. Who is this him?

Leary O'Quillian.

Now, I have to admit, that man would charm the birds right out of the trees

and borrow money from the graveyard.

- What's eating you? - Well, I'll tell you what's eating me.

All of a sudden my fees are too high. Too high. Think of that.

You know the last time anybody paid me anything?

Jim Driscoll over in Burleyville paid me off in turnips.

Whole basket of measly little turnips.

Now, wait a minute. Are you having trouble with this Leary O'Quillian?

Who else? World's leading authority on everything.

Medicine included now.

Well, I hope you're convinced.

You too?

Oh, yes. Girls and wages.

See there? You gotta do something about him.

He's a natural born troublemaker.

Sounds to me like Louie Pheeters

is about the only friend he's got left in Dodge.

Well, I'll tell you something about that. He's even corrupting Louie.

You've got rights is what you've got.

- Rights? - Right, rights.

You feel guilty because you've got no job.

Well, I have no job either, have I?

Oh, but you're different, Leary. You've had an education.

Oh, only of the mildest sort, and at me mother's knee.

She used to say to me.

"My sweetest little darling." God bless her.

And you've traveled.

Aye, that I've done.

But me, I'm a bum.

Like you say, I ain't even got the courage

of a night moth banging at a window.

I'll not have you throwing me own words back at me, Louie Pheeters.

I was speaking of others.

You're more than just meat and bones, man. Any animal's that.

You are a human being,

and a human being's got rights.

- That's the human way, it is. - What is?

Brotherhood, that's what it is.

Being a human being gives you the right to be cared for by other human beings.

It's only natural.

Charity and kindness is the only thing

that keeps human beings from being human animals.

Now, that's plain to you, isn't it?

I guess so.

Louie, you and me are dreamers.

And here is the birthplace of dreams if we can capture them,

and we can capture them.

The world needs dreams.

The world owes us, the dreamers, a meal when we come to its doors.

It does, Louie. It owes us.

It does?

- Marshal, come in, come in. - Welcome, Marshal, most welcome.

- Sit down, sit down. Would you like... - No, no, thanks. No, thank you.

I want to ask you a few questions.

Well, my pleasure, Marshal. Proceed.

Have you ever been to the towns of Wooten, Spencer or Virgil?

Near them.

Near enough to know that the dancehall girls there are paid more

than Kitty Russell pays her girls here?

Something plaguing you, Marshal?

You an authority on banking, storekeeping and medicine, are you?

Well, I keep my eyes and ears open.

O'Quillian, have you had a real job in the last five years?

A man's job is as he sees it,

and I see my job as the betterment of mankind

by pushing people to better themselves.

It makes little mind how they do it as long as they do it.

Well, it makes a difference here.

Now, I don't mind you telling all the stories you want to,

but you'd better cut out telling the kind of lies that cause trouble

or I'll run you out of town.

I got my rights, I have.

You got your rights. They're called the law.

Rosey, bring me my pants!

Oh, you want something done, you gotta do it yourself.

- They got the breed, huh? - I done told you Dillon done it.

He's the fastest gun I ever seen except for yours.

There wasn't no sense for me to start no ruckus.

Used your head.

I don't pay you to use your head!

Here, now, you get up. Get up here. Wake up.

Now, you get the rest of these boys up on their feet.

We're going to Dodge and we're going right.

Come on, get up.

Never did get my bath.

Come on, Chickenfoot, get a move on.

Rosey!

One of the most importantest things there is is to have good boots.

Is that so?

And the next most importantest thing is to have 'em fit.

Why, I knowed a old boy back home one time

that just flat froze to death trying to pull on a pair of boots.

- Buried him in a basket. - In a basket?

Yeah.

- That old boy wasn't an uncle, was he? - No. He...

- A cousin maybe? - No. He...

Second, third or fourth or fifth cousin?

No, he just a old boy that I knowed around town.

Phenomenal.

There. There, Matthew. How much is them boots?

Oh, they're $5 a pair.

$5?

They ought to be wearing a mask asking a price like that.

Why, it's the blamedest thing I've ever...

- Marshal, Doc, Festus. - Newly, sit down. Have a beer.

Well, sir, I'd better not. I had to leave my shop open.

- Is something wrong? - Well, sir, I can't really tell.

- Maybe there is, maybe there isn't. - What is it?

Well, I was working late tonight and I heard some voices in the alley.

Who was it?

That O'Quillian fella and Louie Pheeters.

- What were they doing? - They were filling some bottles.

With what?

I don't know for sure, but it smelled like alcohol and licorice root.

I'm sorry, Marshal, I didn't mean to be sticking my nose

into somebody else's business.

You did the right thing, Newly.

Well, it's your turn to buy, ain't it, Doc?

Well, you chinchy old skinflint.

See, I recollect clear as Friday, Matthew bought the first one,

Miss Kitty bought the next one, and now it's your turn,

and you know it is.

We can sell this stuff as fast as we make it.

Is it right?

Oh, heavens bless us, of course it's right.

But $2 just for...

It ain't the money that matters, Louie.

But this is...

And it ain't whether in truth this is an oriental reviving solvent or not.

What matters is that if people believe it works, it will work.

For the betterment of mankind, Louie. For the betterment of mankind.

Anyway, people'll buy anything that's only one to a customer.

All right, O'Quillian, that's enough.

- You don't quite understand. - I understand all right.

- You're coming with me. - Where are you taking me?

- You're going to jail where I can... - Jail? Me?

That's right. I'll let you out in the morning.

Louie, if I ever see you hanging around him again, you're gonna be in trouble.

Newly, pour all that stuff out and throw the bottles away.

Very good, Marshal.

Farewell, Louie Pheeters, my one true friend.

And remember this moment.

The bird feels nothing when you clip its wings, but it flies no longer.

Get up here. Get up.

I'll say it now, Marshal Matthew Dillon, if you don't got to Hades,

there's simply and fairly no sense in having the place.

Oh, Newly. Newly, please.

Oh, my goodness, that's pure alcohol.

Don't you realize, Louie, what this stuff could do to you?

I know, but, please, just a bottle or two.

No, sir. I'm just doing what the marshal told me.

I know, I know, but I've never been so close to so much, Newly.

Louie, you're just torturing yourself. Now, why don't you leave?

I have to. I can't stand to see such woeful waste.

Turn the key, Marshal, turn the key,

and lock me mortal corporosity in your hellish dungeon.

But know that when you do,

the spirit of Leary O'Quillian soars beyond your grasping reach.

Why don't you lie down and get some sleep?

Sleep. Sleep, you say.

The time will come when not but sleep will be my fate.

Oh, sleep.

The married cousin of death itself.

And death's cold arms will be around me long enough.

Sleep! Sleep indeed!

- What are you doing here? - Good evening, Marshal.

I told you there'd be somebody else wanting to do the listening.

- You're Dillon. - That's right. What do you want?

Well, it ain't what I want. It's what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna kill me a man, Dillon. Maybe two, comes trouble.

Boys down home say you run a hard town for a dry drover.

It's a lawful town. You're not gonna be killing anybody in it.

I didn't say I'd kill anybody in it, only if it comes trouble.

I'm looking for a man named O'Quillian.

- Yeah? - Irishman.

- Killed my brother. - He what?

Bad hearing all of a sudden, Marshal?

- Where'd this happen? - Over Spearville.

Well, if it happened in Spearville,

then I'll be turning him over to the authorities there.

I don't care where he goes or how, as long as he gets killed.

Bullet or rope, me at the far end and no need to guess.

Hear you shot a lot of men, Dillon.

My job's saving lives, Tynan.

From what I hear about you, that separates us.

Maybe it does. Maybe it does. Maybe someday we'll see how far.

- Come with me. - What for?

We're gonna have a talk with Mr. O'Quillian.

O'Quillian, this man's name is Tynan. He claims that you killed his brother.

Proud to say I did, Marshal.

- You mean to tell me you admit it? - I do.

Cheating, he was. Bold as new nails. I told you that.

- You didn't tell me you'd killed him. - That's true, I didn't.

Anybody who plays cards with a stranger the way your brother did

ought to have a nurse.

Yeah, that's old Curt all right.

Five feet and all of 'em pointing left.

You bought luck, Dillon.

You'd have stiffed me on this and I'd have brought my boys into town and...

Tynan, this man's standing trial in a court of law.

I've been tried in Spearville. Tried and freed.

What's he talking at?

I'm talking about my trial, you mutton head,

where I stood for five awful hours in the shadow of a noose,

defending myself with a terrible brilliance,

until at the end I heard the verdict.

"Justifiable homicide" is the words the man used.

Well, if he's telling the truth, well, that's it, he's a free man.

He can't be tried twice for the same crime.

Well, you can just take all this trial hoorawing...

- Hey, that's enough. - I want that man and I want him now!

That man's staying right where he is till I get a wire from Spearville.

Now, get out of here.

My boys are waiting outside of town.

I hope for both our sakes it can be a legal hanging.

Tried and freed.

Tried and freed!

Matthew?

Matthew, here's that telegram from Spearville.

♪ And hoorah me boys for freedom...

Listen to that one-man potato famine.

What's it say?

Well, he's right, not guilty. Claimed self-defense.

What?

You're gonna have to go out there and meet that Tynan gang

on account of that no-good...

Well, let me tell you something, Festus.

No matter what you think of this man, the law says he's worth protecting.

Better go find Newly. Keep an eye out for Tynan's gang.

- Marshal? - Yeah?

Can I talk to you, Marshal?

What do you want?

You don't like me, do you, Marshal?

I never said I disliked you.

Only because you don't understand me.

And what you don't understand is the drive in me.

Rebellion is the way of all earths, Marshal.

It is as necessary as the air and the sun.

Do you understand that, now?

O'Quillian, what I understand is that when you dig a hole in this earth,

you owe it to the earth to fill it back up with something better.

- That's called work. - Work? Why should I work?

I've committed no crime.

I hate work. I hate work the same way the good Lord hates Dodge City.

Marshal, they're coming in.

Oh, Marshal, you're not going out there to face the lot of them?

- Why? - To fill a hole.

- Matthew, I just seen... - Yeah, I know.

Newly, take the general store there, will you?

- Yes, sir. - Festus, better get yourself a rifle.

Right.

Oh, good lad, good lad.

- Leary! - And you brought us the guns too.

I did, I did.

Oh, Louie, you're a terrible man, a terrible man.

- And I brought us something else. - A moment of cheer too.

Shh.

Louie, what in the...

Leary.

It's all right, Louie. I've done it a thousand times.

He'll be up and around in a few minutes with nothing but a slight headache.

But he's my friend.

Well, don't you see what I've done for him?

I've taken him out of the line of battle,

and by so doing I may have saved his life.

Look at him, sleeping like a baby,

while you and me go forth to meet the oppressors.

Hold it right there, Tynan.

The law speaks, boys.

We wired Spearville.

We found out that O'Quillian was tried and found not guilty.

- He's a free man. - Oh, the law speaks again, boys.

You mind the last time the law spoke, boys?

That was down near San Antone, Dillon, a little border town of Cruces.

There was a lot of drinking, fighting.

Had 'em a sheriff. He was about your size, Dillon.

Hard eyes, not much talk.

Now, he'd fight you till the devil took Eskimos, everybody said so.

Well, we took that old hard eyes and we stripped him down birthday raw,

put a grain sack over his head and run him out on cactus mesa.

The law spoke that day, Dillon.

Whoo-ee! Did the law speak that day, huh?

I'll make it easy for you, Dillon.

All I want's that Irishman, and he ain't worth tired cloth.

He gets protection in this town same as anybody else, Tynan.

Now, turn your men around and ride out of here.

I want him.

You want him bad enough to die for him?

Any man lays a hand on a gun, you're gonna be the first one to take a bullet.

Now, if that's the way you want it, make your move.

So it's me you want. It's me what comes afore you.

Right, Louie, me lad?

- Right. - Get him out of here, Louie.

And ready to do battle with any man born of woman,

and ready to face death and danger

with the courage of Cohoran's own tooth and fang

and the devil with tomorrow.

O'Quillian, get out of here. Louie, take him away.

Gonna fill a hole, old Matt and me is. Gonna fill a hole.

No man fights O'Quillian's battles

unless O'Quillian fights by his side.

Newly.

I... I never did get me my bath.

They're both dead, Marshal.

All right, pick 'em up and ride out of here.

Leary, are you hurt?

Leary, speak to me. Leary?

Here, let's just... Help me roll him over.

Doc.

Oh, holy St. Peter.

Where is the angels? Where is the angels?

You were expecting angels, were you, O'Quillian?

I'm dying. I'm dying.

Eventually, yes, but not tonight.

You've got a flesh wound, hardly more than a scratch.

Come up to the office and I'll take care of it.

Louie, did you get these guns in a barrel behind my shop?

I threw these away. Sears are gone. The cylinders are rusted tight.

You couldn't fire 'em if you wanted to.

- Where's Festus? - Marshal, I gotta talk to you.

- What about? - Festus.

I'm afraid he was hit on the head.

O'Quillian.

He... He's just napping, Marshal, just napping.

And here I am wounded, half me side blown away.

Oh, a terrible scar to indicate the sacrifice and endurance

in the endless tedium of enlightening my fellowman in...

in practically nothing at all...

is the truth of it.

- Here we are. - Much obliged, Miss Kitty.

- Thanks, Kitty. - Is it true what I've been hearing?

That O'Quillian went to work down at the stable?

- It's true, Kitty. - Even got Louie working with him.

- Louie? - Yeah.

He hasn't had a drink in a week.

Well, must be true what they say, wonders will never cease to happen.

That's a fact, Miss Kitty.

You know, Hank says he ain't never had

so much time on his hands in 30 years.

And that just proves what I said clear as a crystal.

What did you ever say that was clear as crystal?

Well, about that O'Quillian fella.

I said that he was sure different

and that he was bound to make some changes.

For the worse, that's what you said.

What are you doing?

I'm fixing to go crawdad fishing.

Craw...? Well, it's too windy.

Well, that's all you know.

You don't have to have a great intellect to know that the wind's blowing outside.

Well, it ain't gonna be if I stop it.

- Stop it? The wind? - Course.

All right, how you gonna stop the wind?

Well, you see this little fella right here? That's bad weather.

And this here girl there, that's good weather.

Now, if I was to go to work and shove that little fella back under there,

then there ain't gonna be no more wind.

It ain't gonna clamber up and rain or nothin' like that...